CAROLINE’S POV
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The silence that stretches between us is cold and lonely, like being stuck on the peak of a mountain, and we’re both on our own peak, snow delicately falling from the clouds, building around us, isolating us, and making the way back to one another incredibly harder. “Wash up.” Lucian finally says something, but it wasn't what I had hoped for, and it’s as cold as the day we met. I sit up, my eyes following him as he gets to his feet. He seems so far away suddenly. He struts into the water, the last of the warm sun shining over the horizon as it slowly sets, and the air as cold as if it had never shone a day.
I follow him into the water, a sliver of hope wrapping around my heart like an extra vine, but he dips underneath the glittering surface. I watch as the water ripple
